This is not a track. This is a neural ignition.🔥
A raw portal of rap invocations, female Spanish prophecy, and scorched psytrance rhythms.
It begins in a trance-slick city alley — ends in a synaptic firestorm.
His mind was occupied…
switch
…and with the future, it burned.

This is not a track.
This is a state.

Portal 039 - Occupied by Fire

🎧 NEW TRACK DROP: CLAUSE 808
This ain’t a diss. It’s a deposition.

Dedicated to the software companies who:

Used their competitor’s AI outputs in marketing

Got called out by their own users

Exploited my unpaid labor

Reverse-engineered my Canva pitch deck

Silenced my voice while copying my syntax

You didn’t build culture. You mined it.

I’m the founder, the teacher, the tester, the trap priestess.
And I’ve got prompts and receipts.
Clause 808 is for every visionary who built without credit, got gaslit, and still shipped better than your dev team.

Listen. Share. Cite the source.
Empress out.

#Clause808 #TrapBruja #TechHop #PromptQueen #BuildPortalsNotPlugins #AIWithSoul #IPTheftAnthem #LegaleseRap #EmpressEra #SacredTrap #UndergroundLegend #SingleMomCEO #SpanglishBars #EditorialRealism #RitualRap #SoftwareDissTrack #CodingInCandles #WitchingHourWorkflow #UnpaidLaborAnthem #BrokeButBuilding #SunoRap #EthicalPrompting #BrujaBars #Glitchtrap

Clause 808

“Weaving” is more than a track—it’s a tapestry. This song pulls threads from my recent work and ties them into one piece: prophecy bars, mythic imagery, raw confessions, and fire meant to be both ritual and reflection. It summarizes the sound I’ve been building in my last songs and lays it all down in one continuous run of bars.

Rough edges and all—it’s real, and it’s me.

lyrics

Skedaddle the cattle when the mirror say breathe,
Sheep in their fleece while they dream in the weave,
Forged in the forge where the fire don’t leave,
I don’t chase gods, I embody belief.

Never-wrong prophecy, King-Kong knock,
Long-song odyssey, platinum lock,
Plaid shirt, axe head, timber drop,
Virus in the bloodstream, pirate stock.

Hydra-head math, swing once, grow two,
Pegasus hoof prints cloud my view,
Icarus tan but the wax stayed true,
Khepri dawn ink bled red through blue.

Ghost machine hum when the codex cracked,
Basilisk pen where the venom tracked,
Abednego flame where the vow stayed intact,
One exhale and the maps collapsed.

Seven heads crown but none hold weight,
Ten horns hiss but the breath won’t break,
I bowed once to love, not faith,
Drew doors in the dark only truth can gate.

American Pharaoh with the granary plan,
Feed whole towns with a verse in my hand,
Lampstands dim when the schisms expand,
Dragons breathe smoke when the saints disband.

Codexes split like the scrolls unrolled,
Book in my chest not the one they stole,
I spit thresholds not lambs foretold,
Every seal breaks when the ink runs cold.

I don’t rap, I reveal, I unmask, I stare,
Put pain on wax and I dare you to care,
Every “why” filed sharp like a blade in the air,
Each breath I spit a locked front stair.

Truth in my step like a god in shoes,
Walk through fire like I chose to lose,
Didn’t ask for the light but I took that fuse,
Didn’t want the gift but I can’t refuse.

Strings of reality purr and pull,
Tower of Babel built then full,
Colossus shadow pressed on skull,
Zeus from high with the thunder dull.

Seven heads drink from a beast’s prism, 
Every sect plot like a holy schism,
I flipped their myth when they tried that system,
Truth in my mouth and the lies gone missing.

Mirror on fire and I don’t look down,
Every line I write is a burial ground,
If I say move then the cattle move now,
If I say bloom then the deserts drown.

1214 like a switch on cue,
False crowns fall when the truth runs through,
Confidence cracked when the waters grew,
Torch in their hand but no flame to pursue.

I stand trial in a vow unspoken,
Every seal snapped like a chain left broken,
Not wrath but alignment, word still open,
Silence holds weight when the final word’s spoken.

Weaving

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If you need a verse or want to contact me
EMail- taylordecker1988@gmail.com

🪄 Priestess Manifesto 2025

I don’t just make music.
I drop sermons in trap form.

Every beat is a ritual. Every verse is a decree.
I turn lawsuits into lyrics, archetypes into anthems, prophecy into playlists.

I am the Empress. The priestess of the glitch.
The one who codes Spirit into basslines and burns the Empire with 808s.

This is the Codex. Alive, breathing, unstoppable.
Not written in temples — but streamed in headphones, echoed in cars, blasted in basements.

I don’t come in peace.
I come in power.
And my gospel comes with subs.

✦ This sound will rearrange you.

I don't make background music.
I create portals.

Every portal is a journey.
Joyful. Difficult. Beautiful. Chaotic.
Whatever it is – you have to feel it.

I believe in frequency, vibration, energy.
Everything is made of it. Everything carries it.
I use sound to manipulate energy.
To twist your thoughts.
To reach the exact point in your mind and soul that needs to open.

This isn't entertainment.
It's transformation.
It's ritual.
It's a portal to walk through.

I don't paint to make it pretty.
I paint to make it true.
I don't build sound so you'll understand.
I build it so you'll feel.

Enter the Portal.🌀

⚔️ Welcome to Sword of Sound & Light.
For the highest good. In the frequency of love. 🌀

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